March 4, 2010
By Anonymous

I love you
You love her
You could never love me
You hate me so
I smile and laugh
As tears form
In my dead eyes
Cold and bitter
Wash away my will
I think of death
And lift the gun
Down I fall next
To the ground full of blood
This is the curse
Of the unloved

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